Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.